Желтые обои

           Thatspoilsmyghostliness,Iamafraid,butIdon’tcare—thereissomethingstrangeaboutthehouse—Icanfeelit. 

           IevensaidsotoJohnonemoonlightevening,buthesaidwhatIfeltwasaDRAUGHT,andshutthewindow. 

           IgetunreasonablyangrywithJohnsometimes. I’msureIneverusedtobesosensitive. Ithinkitisduetothisnervouscondition. 

           ButJohnsaysifIfeelso,Ishallneglectproperself-control; soItakepainstocontrolmyself—beforehim,atleast,andthatmakesmeverytired. 

           Idon’tlikeourroomabit. Iwantedonedownstairsthatopenedonthepiazzaandhadrosesalloverthewindow,andsuchprettyold-fashionedchintzhangings! butJohnwouldnothearofit. 

           Hesaidtherewasonlyonewindowandnotroomfortwobeds,andnonearroomforhimifhetookanother. 

           Heisverycarefulandloving,andhardlyletsmestirwithoutspecialdirection. 

           Ihaveascheduleprescriptionforeachhourintheday; hetakesallcarefromme,andsoIfeelbaselyungratefulnottovalueitmore. 

           Hesaidwecameheresolelyonmyaccount,thatIwastohaveperfectrestandalltheairIcouldget. "Yourexercisedependsonyourstrength,mydear,"saidhe,"andyourfoodsomewhatonyourappetite; butairyoucanabsorballthetime. "Sowetookthenurseryatthetopofthehouse.